I allowed the doctor to give me a prescription for vicodin, despite near certainty that I will not need it for the issue at hand.
See: When I was 15, I was given vicodin for a legitimate medical purpose, and failed to eat before taking it. As the experience was very like what I would later experience as lightly toasted, inclusive of slight trails in my vision, and a very calm, pleasant mood, I kind of like the idea of having some around. I generally don't get the opportunity to smoke or eat grass. I really don't often go after intoxicants, in general, but sometimes. . .
And I probably won't use it. Certainly not when I have anything to do. But it was inexpensive (I love having insurance, for once), it could be useful for legitimate pain in future, I might actually need it for the issue at hand, the med. professionals were encouraging, etc.
And it's nice to have. It's an option.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man. . .
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